The room was cold
No traces of warmth
Awake in my bed
I shivered.

There was no night
Only Time so bold
Passing observed and
With vengeance.

There was no fire
Of whispered love
Heat from routine vows
To sooth me.

Only the frost
Of hollow words, filled
With the worst poison
Apathy.

There is no sun
Strong enough to melt
Your ice in my heart
Back to sleep.